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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Sex ... Picture poem in Prose ...

Nose to nose,
Lips to lips,
Eyes observing yours,
While hips gyrate,
In the rhythm of my need,
In the urgency of my lust,
In the depths of my wants,
Thrusting the solid hard mass between my legs,
Deep into the soft moist flesh that's colored pink,
Between yours

On each deep penetrating stoke of my hard mass,
Into the moist warm confine of your womb,
Long exhaling breaths emanate from your lungs,
Then pierce into my ears,
Driving my wants higher,
Making my needs greedier,
While lust consumes my thoughts

Thrust after thrust my penile falls into the wetness of your womb,
Your legs lift,
Your breath hitch,
The collapse of your walls tighten their grip,
Around the solidification of my core

Lungs softly moan, 
While others audibly groan,
As our bodies hump in synchronization 

My body shoves yours downward,
While your body thrust mine upward,
Pushing our sex tighter into each other,
Until the complexity of release,
Comes to a complete

Wet sweat, 
Drips on top of wet flesh,
Wet kiss, 
Pierce between the softness of parted lips,
As my hard ejaculating liquid seed.
Ejaculates deep into the collective moisture,
Of your pink wet depths

1Manview © 1999 – 2014


  1. As always, lovely. Thank you.

    Have a wonderful weekend.


    1. Thank you Ronnie, and I'm working on something for you...